I love categories.
I think categories were the best things ever invented.
I love that you can have a category and then a sub-category and then bazillions of little baby categories after that.
I’m all about categories and the spawn thereof.
When things aren’t categorized correctly, I get panicky. I start to twitch a little on the inside. I begin systematically correcting the incorrect categorization in my head, and then I have to look away or distance myself from the situation because it will absolutely make me climb the walls just knowing something has been placed in an incorrect category.
And truly, I am not exaggerating. This is serious stuff, people.
Now, excuse the digression, but it is elemental in illustrating my problem.
I received an iPod Nano from the boy for Christmas this year. Exciting, no? Well, being the sweet, considerate type that he is, he gave me a jump drive from which to download a copy of iTunes as well as a whole slew of songs to get started on.
This was good, wonderful, in fact…until I noticed the INCORRECT CATEGORIZATION.
“California Dreamin” by the Mamas and the Papas was in the Beach Boys file. “Help Me Rhonda” was labeld as Classical. Songs by Casting Crowns could be found under Gospel, Christian Rock, AND General Religious.
WHAAAAAAA???
I know the boy’s not stupid, I know he knew the categories were incorrect…I don’t know where he got the labeling system from (unless what he downloaded was labeled incorrectly, which I assume was the case.) But the fact that it was never…CORRECTED…that it was never…REFILED…that it was never put in the correct CATEGORIES???
WHAT IS THE WORLD COMING TO?
Now, I am in the process of re-labeling EVERYTHING…and putting them into their CORRECT folders…which gives me such immense satisfaction…one can only assume it would be like finally losing one’s virginity.
No…I take that back. This is SOOOO way better than that could ever be. (If you think that’s bad, you obviously don’t know how I find filing cabinets to be a turn-on.)
Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have some AWESOMELY ROCKIN’ CATEGORIZATION to get to.
6 Comments
January 16, 2008 at 1:10 am
aawwwkkkkwkaaaaarrrrd.
January 16, 2008 at 1:16 am
IM gonna buy you the biggest, baddest, Filing cabinet the world has ever known!
January 16, 2008 at 1:28 am
You are the yin to my yang, babe!
I totally wish I was like you. I have good intentions, but I have baby categories ending up with the wrong parents or just out on there own, parentless and shivering in the cold….
Will come over to my house and organize my millions of files?
Then?
Organize my closet???
January 16, 2008 at 1:29 am
DUDE. I COMMITTED MY MOST HATED OF PET PEEVES!!
THEIR OWN!!!! NOT THERE OWN!!!
GAH!!!!!
January 16, 2008 at 6:15 pm
Okay, so maybe I exaggerated a little. It’s not quite THAT serious.
But still…I will so take you up on your offer to clean up your closet, Loralee.
WHA? Did I just find myself a new career path?
January 17, 2008 at 6:22 am
Speaking of organizing… I need someone to come in and organize my fabric stash. Seriously! Every time I try to do it I end up with cotton prints with leftover bits of denim from shortening jeans. There are plastic tote boxes full of left-over brides maid fabric. Then there is the whole ‘maybe I can use this in a quilt someday’ pile.
Don’t get me started on the four drawers full of ribbons, lace, rick rack, elastic, etc. Who even uses rick rack anymore? Where did mine come from? And why am I still saving it?
The closet in this room has five deep shelves built by my husband. So it’s no longer a closet but a huge shelving system…with no order to it AT ALL!!!
Bad seamstress! Bad…bad…bad!